Its the little things that I remember. Its the little things that accumulate and make me see people the way I see them. Its the little things that affect my mood. Its the little things that really stick to me.
It happens so often. It happens without even knowing. It’s just life. There are friends that stay, yet many that go. Maybe it’s just bound to happen. It’s probably a sign that you don’t need those people in your life as much as you think you do, that’s why you keep making new friends after. No one likes to drift, but it’s normal.
They tell you that you shouldn't cry because it's over, but be happy because it happened. Honestly, it never really works out that way. One of two things always happens. Either you want things to be how they were, or you want these memories to just go away.